The future, for once, is hopeful. I don't know how to feel about that. I sit in my room, with the boy that now lives with me, and loves me, and wants a future with me.
I'm scared of the future. I never thought I'd make it this far. I'm confused on how I should feel about this. I drink and smoke to calm down from these thoughts. It doesn't help anymore.
I feel sick every day. He's scaring me with this talk of the future. His visions are so hopeful and are the most beautiful things anyone has said to me in a long time.
The future is bright, but I'm afraid of the light, which is why I didn't try to find it all those years ago.